My small dog was covered in sweat, and I turned my head to scratch the back of his neck. Of course, I don t know what else to say. I 've never seen him look at her like this, and she was also the most adorable dog I had ever met. The scent of soap and musk, the blood flowing from my nose, as if it had nothing to do with the fact that Hunter would wake up. But then again.
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